The reality of seeing you with another
made me feel like a rose
and my petals plucked
one by one,
falling like soft teardrops
on harsh grounds,
sinking into sands of sadness.
And then the blossom of the sun turned pale,
and my believe in love sadly sailed,
toward a distant shore vowing never to again return.
copyright by Mark St. Rose. All rights reserved.
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